“Would it help to talk about it?”Izzy nodded. “I think so.”“Come downstairs. Your Dad’s just gone to play golf.”Still snuffling, she fol...owed me down the stairs to the large, bright kitchen. Pete had indeed gone out, so we had the house to ourselves. I put the kettle on.“Tea?” I asked then thought again. “Unless you feel the need for something stronger?”“Tea is fine, Mum,” she replied, perching on one of the bar stools and leaning heavily on her elbows. “And wine. I think we’re going to need. He didn't do that much, but the heeled shoes made a littlemore sway than he'd normally have in his step."Shut up!" He pleaded. "I am not a stupid sissy girl!"Zoe slapped him. Out of nowhere her hand flew up and connected withhis cheek. The look of surprise on both their faces shocked themboth. "Oh-my-gawd-I'm-so-sorry." Zoe spit out as if the sentence wasa single word. "I don't know what came over me. I guess you just saidthose mean things about yourself, and me, and I... and I..."Martin stood. . the women were still beautiful... and God, how he needed one.A half-dozen times he paused to ogle after a pair of pretty legs or a voluptuous figure wearing a piled-up, exotic coiffure... radical, ridiculous, but beautiful... slender ankles, rounded calves and curvaceous hips and buttocks... tripping off on high, needle-like heels in every damned direction. Christ, it was enough to set him wild; his love-starved cock jerked uncontrollably in his pants. He didn't intend that another day would. The great amount of food Marcus had ordered quickly diminished, my body ingesting everything I gave it and begging for more. The more I ate, the better I felt until I no longer sagged with exhaustion. I looked at Marcus, who looked normal again, as he sat drinking coffee, my head full of questions, though the foremost one concerned Talon."Do you think it worked?" I asked simply."It should have," he replied. "Charlotte is a very good, fair Matriarch who has been looking for just such and excuse.